Brent: you people suck...

Hotshot: *grinning big* What? You mean because they only talked about me? Ha-ha!!!

Brent: *glares at him* Yeah Hotshot!! That's exactly it!

Starscream: And what about me??? Nothing, no sympathy-sadness???

Brent: I guess not Screamer...but you were really cool in armada!!

Starscream: ....in Energon I don't even have my memory...

Brent: yeah I guess those Quentisons really screwed ya over didn't they?

Starscream: don't rub it in.... (I don't think I even spelt Quentisons right...)

Brent:...well this is taking up enough of your time, so I don't own Transformers Armada or any of the characters or their human designs(those are Bumblebees)

Enjoy!!

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Broken Wings

A red glint shined at the top of a tall, thick, sturdy tree. The glint suddenly finished when the one owning the red violet hair turned his head in his sleep. It was Starscream.

He sat plopped up against the trunk of the tree one arm laid over his stomach, the other hanging limp to dangle over the edge of the tree branch he sat on. He once sat plopped up on cluster of sturdy and thick branches. That was when he had been his transformer self, but now he was human. The breeze moved the long red violet bangs out of his closed eyes for a moment before they were almost completely concealed again. His hair was up in an old swords men style. The hair tied so tightly that it looked like it was standing up only with the lace around it, and a bun poking out from the top. The sun light danced gracefully all around him and on his hair making it glisten more.

A bird glided down and perched itself on the arm draped over Starscreams stomach. Starscream had been barely moving besides his chest barely moving up and down from his light breathing, the bird must of mistaken him for a branch. The suddenly slight pressure on his arm made Starscreams eyes open half way, looking at the bird at first without a care. Then taking notice of how big the bird was sent his eyes all the way open in shock.

He slammed himself upward making the bird flutter away in fright. But before Starscream could react any more, one of the feathers that had fallen off the birds had caught his attention. He caught it, no longer shocked, not really feeling anything, just staring at the feather. His eyes widened in horror realizing he didn't have his own wings by instinct. Starscream let go of the feather and grabbed at his back with his hands, there he caught the hilt of two swords, and yanked them out. They glistened in the sun, almost blinding him. They were beautiful swords, but he couldn't catch his breath because he no longer had his precious wings. He let the swords go numbly and they both fell in different directions going down, but they both ended up slicing into the ground and standing up.

He felt himself beginning to slip from not holding on to the branch. It was too late, he couldn't even try to make a grab for the branch. On the way down he missed one by luck, but landed on his back in a thicket of bushes bouncing up once before landing completely still. He watched one of the white feathers float down, it disappearing in a cloud of sunlight then reappearing from it. His head hurt so badly from the fall, and a little from being overwhelmed. As the feather began to float to land on his knee, he lost consciousness.

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"Do you think he's dead, Billy?" It was Fred, and his voice was shaky. Billy scratched his head looking at the man in the bush. They were on their way to the Autobots base when they came across the violet-red-haired man.

"Well he's breathing," Billy examined the man more. "But he sure is weird looking, isn't he? Just look at that design on his cheek." It was true. There was a design running down both his eyes to his cheeks, but they curled into an interesting way in three places. Billy looked around and saw a sword on his right, and another on his left.

"What's with his hair?" Fred asked, bringing Billy's attention back to the man.

"Maybe he's a swords man," Billy had picked up a stick while saying this. "I've seen them in old fighting movies." Billy began to slightly jab the man with the stick.

"Billy! What are you doing?" Fred almost yelled at him.

"Nothing," Billy started, "I'm just seeing if he'll wake up-AHHH!!" As Billy had started poking him, Starscream had woken up.

His eyes shot open and his hand, almost as fast as lightning, grabbed the stick jabbing him in the side. "Stop it!" His voice was still the same old Starscream voice, just a little more scratchy from anger. But the deep red eyes flashed at them was what most likely gave him away. Billy let go of the stick, realizing who it was.

"It's-it's," Billy began, "It's-SUNSCREEN!!" Starscreams anger flared more.

"That's Starscream you babbling idiot!" Starscream yelled at him, trying to get up off the bush. Billy and Fred glanced at each other. Then turned on their hills and ran like they were running for their lives. All the way screaming bloody murder that he would kill them.

Starscream finally got out of the bushes clinging thorns and tangled branches, to only land his stomach when he tripped on a rock beginning to run after them. All the anger flooded out of him as he watched them disappear out of sight, but could still hear the eco of their screams. He sat up on his knees, and finally got a good look at himself.

What his canape use to be, was now a jacket design with whitish fur on either side near his neck. His top jacket was bulky and somewhat looked like what his chest area looked like when he was a transformer. The rest was a suit that covered him entirely, but his top jacket covered his chest area that was also covered with the body suit. It wasn't skin tight but lose, but he was still pretty thin in his waist area. His arms were not very bulky, but they did look like they could handle a sword with ease. His hands were covered with gray gloves that had buckles at the top where they stopped near his elbow. He had boots that were almost exactly the same way. They were gray with black buckles where they covered his knees. Starscream didn't see the need for the buckle at the tip of his toe on the boots, but he didn't give it a second thought.

"What the hell is going on," He breathed out, moving the bangs that half coved his left eye, then let them fall again. He looked around and spotted one of his swords to the right. It made his heart sink, knowing it was his former wing. Starscream pushed at the ground with his hands, and got his feet flat, then got up. He wobbled a little, not use to using muscles like humans did, and slowly walked to the sword.

It shone in the light, but it didn't blind him like it did before. The silk that was wrapped around the hilt was a deep purple, left over silk hung off it braided and moving slightly in the lingering breeze. The sword must be very sharp to of sliced the earth the way it did, and still be all the way standing up. Starscream reached out and raped his figures around the hilt and pulled it out. It was smudged where it had entered the earth from the damp soil, but it didn't make the sword any less beautiful and deadly. He looked at it a few moments more, one palm open and letting the blade rest there, while his other hand still had the hilt in a clinched manner. Then put the sword away, tiring to make it go in strait.

The other was not far away from where his first had landed, and he walked over to it as well. He didn't have to yank as hard as he did with the first, because it was in dryer dirt. It wasn't as smudged as the first either. Though it wasn't as decorated as the one with the silk wrapped sword, it still looked just as beautiful. He got the impression that this was his normal wing, the one that didn't come off when he was in battle. It didn't matter though, but he found that he didn't want to lose either sword now. Starscream put this sword away as well.

He looked up at the sky, the morning sun clearly visible and the crisp blue with no clouds in sight. He felt like a bird with clipped wings, never able to feel the gust of wind that once helped take him off the ground again. Then he realized he could never make it back to the moon base like a human. He felt helpless, but his pride wouldn't let him wallow in self pity for long. Then he looked in the direction that the two children had taken off in. He knew where they were going. He knew he couldn't go there, but he started there any way. Walking slowly at a steady pace, he followed the slight tracks of tennis shoes.

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"Is he following us?" Billy yelled over his shoulder terrified.

"I. Don't. Know." Fred was already out of breath, but they were only a few yards from the Autobots entrance. The door slid open and the two ran in. They skidded to a stop and tried desperately to catch their breaths again.

"Was that really Starscream?" Billy asked, remember how the man had corrected his name.

"He sounded like him," Fred was still trying to catch his breath and had his hands on his knees and was slightly bent over. They both jumped when they heard a sheik.

"Hey that kind of like-" Billy had started. Fred finished for him.

"Alexis..."

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Brent: yay! I updated!!!

Starscream(human): really...how interesting...*doesn't really care*


Brent: you know, you don't have to be moody all the time, where's my thank you for having you as the center of attention for this chapter? hmm??

Starscream: you don't get one...

Brent: *sigh*...Read and Review please